Tiger Eye Quartz
a flick of your lighter
you started this fire
don’t blow it out
my fine hair cerise
my cheeks in blaze
and tiger eye quartz
the heat heaves my chest
and burns below the waist
only the drip of sweat
can cool this amorous fête
and the touch of satin sheets
so sensual
as we give ourselves over
to teasing of the grasses
sweeping through the plain
and scents of honeysuckle
mixed with a masculine scent
the eye of the tiger
ripples and roars
helpless yet
2/22/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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